A Little Story gives a Gift to reflect on

As my guest blogger Sandra mentioned recently “…..remember to slow down and not let a moment pass without considering its gifts”. Lots of stories are twirling around in my mind these days however as I reflected on my writings I have stored in my journal, I wanted to share this one from heading south last Fall…….

“It is little things that can tell a story.” Our first morning stop of the day happened through the acrid smoke of the wild fires and the red ball of the sun that peeks out as we pull into the parking lot.

Upon entering the restaurant, my eyes are jetted to the corner. There sitting in 2 tables put together are 6 senior men, coffees in hand, solving all the problems of the world. Voices by some are elevated, hearing the occasional word “Hillary” and “Trump”. I can just imagine what they are saying.

Whoa, all of a sudden, one fellow pops up from his seat and all attention turns to the car that just pulled into the gas station out front. “What year is it?” “Where is it going?” “I did not know there was a car show in town.”

I am pleased their attention has turned from politics so as I head to the ladies room, I stop and say “Good morning fellows, glad to see you gentlemen are enjoying some fellowship together.” And just when I thought they were focused on politics and old cars, the leader from the coffee klatch remarks, “We have been coming here every day since the day we retired, it keeps us healthy and oh, by the way, tell your husband it is a bit chilly for shorts this morning.”

Little do they know, Bill has worn shorts most days since retiring, it just seems like the right thing to do as we head to our winter home.

My gift of the moment.

Marilyn Stubberfield

Written November 21, 2016, gifted to readers May, 2017